You will be my navigator,
though you can’t read
an old fashioned map
and your sense of direction
is somewhat skewed.
Let’s get lost together.
Ride the back roads,
turn left on a whim,
buy lunch at a farm stand,
play mini golf in the rain.
If it weren’t for jobs
and an addiction to comfort
that comes with middle age
we’d just keep driving
until we ran out of road.
We don’t want to change homes.
We want to be changed
when we get home.
(From this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Love this,
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Thanks. I’m feeling the wanderlust kicking in.
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It is an addiction, I fight it daily. Go explore locally, you live where others dream of traveling to.
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I never considered that I live somewhere others want to visit. I suppose everyone does.
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Yes, that is how I have designed my blog, local travel to me is international travel to others
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Very smart.
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Completely romantic. Well done.
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Thanks. My one true love is travel.
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Recalculating…
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Turn the GPS off! It will only take you where you want to go not where you need to be.
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